amaotonovel Chapter 3761 Rapid Pursuit (6)
Chapter 3761 Rapid Pursuit (6)
Chapter 3761 Rapid Pursuit (Part Six)
"Welcome to today's Gotham News Flash. It has been reported that the killer in last night's banquet murders has been identified as an assassin from the 'Outsiders' squad led by Rebel leader Barbara. Today, the Rebels also attacked Wayne Enterprises chairman Thomas Elliott..."
“Looks like you’re alright,” Dick said to Jason, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “But now it’s Elliott who’s in trouble.”
"You've heard about his disappearance too?" Jason asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, elbows propped on his knees. "Wayne Corporation has completely blocked the news, probably worried about a leak causing panic. But it probably won't stay hidden for long. Who do you think the public will suspect?"
“Of course it was his biggest rival in the election, March,” Dick said. “I know what you’re going to ask, March’s backers are indeed the Court of Owls. But we definitely didn’t do this.”
"Could it be the League of Assassins?" Jason asked, somewhat puzzled. "Could all of this be the work of the League of Assassins? Is it because they found a better candidate and had to get rid of Elliott and his men?"
"Breaking news!" the television announced. "Gotham City Police Department reports that Gotham's beloved Supreme Court Justice Harvey Dent has suddenly disappeared and his whereabouts are currently unknown..."
Jason's expression turned serious. He frowned and said, "This looks like a purge. Elliott and everyone connected to him are in danger."
"Do you need me to protect you?" Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I have to get Elliott back. Without him, Wayne Enterprises might not choose to cooperate with Red Line. I absolutely cannot lose such a big client."
Where do you plan to look for him?
"Let's go check out the location where she went missing first."
Several tens of minutes later, Jason arrived in the old town. He stood on the roof of the building and looked down; the scene of the incident had been mostly cleared. Construction vehicles were repairing the building, and only some charred marks remained on the helicopter wreckage.
Using a drone, he jumped off the building. Just as he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure on a lamppost ahead.
The other person jumped down, their black cloak drawing an elegant arc in the air. Their two pointed ears looked quite distinctive.
"Who are you?" Jason asked, adopting a defensive stance.
“Batman,” the other person replied in a deep voice.
"This city doesn't need any more freaks. Are you a member of the resistance?"
"I'm not a freak, and I'm not a member of any organization," the deep voice continued. "What are you looking for?"
Jason immediately became alert. He vehemently denied it: "I'm just here for a stroll. But you, dressed strangely and acting suspiciously. Whether you're a rebel or not should perhaps be decided by the police."
“I just didn’t expect to see you under these circumstances, Jason. Looks like you’re doing well.”
Jason became even more wary. His hair stood on end. He said, "Looks like you're with the League of Assassins. But no matter what you say, I won't believe your nonsense. Where did you take Elliott?"
The strange man who called himself Batman didn't speak. He simply turned to look at the crash site and said, "Judging from the traces left at the scene, if someone kidnapped Elliott, they could only have attacked from the right rear of the wreckage. This is the only complete blind spot. And there happens to be a camera over there that can capture what's happening in the blind spot. I need to go check the surveillance footage. Do you want to come with me?"
Jason frowned deeply. He said, "Who knows if you're going to lure me into some kind of trap. I'll get the surveillance footage myself. And you'll have to come with me to the police station."
Batman shook his head, fired a grappling hook, flew directly to the billboard on the other side, then jumped from the balcony to the other side of the building, and his figure quickly disappeared.
“You’re too late, you didn’t see the weirdo.” Jason said to Dick, who had just landed behind him. “Batman? What a strange name.”
"As expected, Batman from the main universe has caught up with us." In the theater of the tower, the arrogant voice said, "I wonder if he's here to stop the Laughing Maniac or the Morbid Maniac."
"Is there even a question? It's definitely the latter," Greed said with absolute certainty. "If the morbid hadn't had enough fun yet, Batman would have seen half of the maniacal laughter very soon."
"The self-healing ability of the maniac is too weak," Pingyong couldn't help but say. "If it were the clown, he would probably be bouncing around again by now. He's still panting for breath."
"He's Batman infected with the Joker virus, not a reformed Joker, so his healing ability isn't as strong as the original Joker. But speaking of which, there is a reformed Joker in this universe. Would the morbid be interested in him too?"
Arrogantly staring at the changing colored lines on the screen, he said after a while, "It seems he's disappointed with the maniacal laughter. He's probably preparing to change targets."
"He shouldn't go and mess with Joker. Even if Vigilante Joker's methods are a bit violent, he's still one of the few good Jokers in the multiverse. There's no need to torment him, is there?"
"Perhaps it's the Joker from the main universe. Ah, wait, it seems the Joker from the main universe is more unlucky, having run into him directly."
Schiller was in a preparation room on the second floor of a hospital, wrapping bandages around the handle of a knife. The knife was so long that it dragged on the floor even when Schiller lifted it, because it was the upper part of the guillotine.
However, since it wasn't originally intended to be held in the hand, it was more of a handle than a hilt, making it somewhat uncomfortable to grip. Schiller removed the rubber cover and re-wrapped the handle with bandages.
After finishing, Schiller pushed open the door and came out, his eyes meeting those of the Joker from the main universe who had just come up the stairs. The hallway was too dark for either of them to see each other's faces clearly at first glance.
The sound of the guillotine blade striking the tiled floor was so crisp it almost echoed ethereally through the hospital corridor. Anyone who heard it would experience a momentary blankness in their mind.
It was a dark night in Gotham, with a light rain falling outside. A tall, thin man in a suit stood there, carrying a long, floor-length knife. Something seemed off about this scene.
No one says you can't wear a suit in a hospital, no one says you can't carry a knife if you're wearing a suit, and no one says the knife can't be this long.
Before the other party made an attack, everything seemed strange but still normal. It was just that the overall appearance made you want to run away as fast as you could.
The clown wasn't a normal person, so he didn't run. Until a bolt of lightning flashed past the window, providing a faint light into the dark corridor, allowing the clown to see the man's face.
It was like adding the most exquisite stroke to a masterpiece, or putting the final note on an ethereal and terrifying piece of music. The intimidation brought by this face was stronger than the entire previous look. Even the Joker couldn't help but take a step back.
In the instant countless colored lines converged at a single point, the long sword suddenly fell. The clown was just a fraction of a step too slow, and a long gash was slashed from his shoulder blade to his lower back.
He let out a scream, but it didn't slow his escape at all. He had no doubt that his opponent would kill him. The Joker virus he carried was probably only good enough to intimidate Batman. Once inside this guy, he'd take eight punches for every three steps.
After the main universe rebooted, the Joker and Schiller no longer had any animosity. But every Joker could be considered a master of psychoanalysis. Those insane hallucinations could also inspire them.
Upon seeing Schiller in the corridor, the Joker's mind underwent a cognitive explosion before any physical damage. What he read was enough to shock even his crazed little brain.
He didn't know what was wrong with Schiller. He only knew that it was pointless to reason with the mess beneath the surface. Those tricks and schemes they were so proud of would certainly be useless.
Essentially, both the superhuman order and the morbid chaos are the Joker's nemesis.
The Joker ran for his life, but his opponent was clearly much faster. Within seconds, the Joker was stabbed again. He screamed once more and tumbled down the stairs.
It rolled right in front of Batman.
The Joker never imagined he'd see Batman as a savior. Looking at Batman's serious face now—all that stubbornness, all that unsmiling—he was clearly the Dark Knight, radiating a sense of security!
The Joker darted behind Batman in a flash.
Batman was also a little confused. He really wanted to ask the Joker what was wrong with him. But as soon as he turned his gaze away from the Joker's retreating figure and looked ahead, Batman received a less-than-pleasant answer.
"Turn around!" Batman shouted at the Joker, who was still running towards the door. "Turn around! Face him!"
"Why don't you fight Superman head-on?!" the Joker cursed.
"I mean, don't turn your back to him!" Batman said, somewhat exasperated. "He locks onto his targets by their backs. If you keep running, you'll just get stabbed!"
The clown was skeptical, and then he was stabbed again.
Fortunately, just as the blade grazed his shoulder, Batman tackled Schiller. He tried to take the knife, but it was too big and heavy, and he couldn't find the right angle to grip it. Schiller, not to be outdone, rolled over with him. The blade sliced across Batman's thigh, and blood gushed out instantly.
The Joker grabbed a nearby stool and slammed it down. The stool hit Schiller on the back of the head, and blood flowed. As a result, Batman was kicked away by Schiller.
The Joker was about to continue smashing things when Batman quickly shouted, "Stop! Don't attack him!!!"
The Joker was furious. He grabbed a stool and threw it at Batman, yelling, "You're actually siding with him?! Don't you realize he's in far more danger than me?!"
"No," Batman said helplessly, "the more you hit him, the stronger he gets. If you keep hitting him, neither of us will be able to escape!"
The clown was about to say something when two more people rushed in through the door. Jason and Dick had arrived.
The Joker took a few steps back, seemingly contemplating escaping in the chaos. He quickly gave Batman a wink, signaling him to run with him. Batman, however, shook his head.
"Are you feeling sorry for your two little birds again?"
Batman, his eyes fixed on him, said, “No. He won’t change targets until the locked-on target is killed. If you have any conscience, you should run away alone.”
"You actually think I have a conscience?!"
"I can't. So... Dick, Jason, run!"
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